Waking from his eyes you’ve approached him.
He’s just a child—we’ll have to try.

I was just kidding all the time.
How can I have really died?
And why am I dancing, dancing alone?
Yeah.

We’ll go out tonight, still searching
For ways to get high, and I’ve gotten mine.
I can’t feel my hands!
I can’t feel my hands!

I was just kidding all the time.
How can I have really died?
And why am I dancing, dancing alone?
Time moves slowly through these walls!

. . .
Still we took years to find,
Lost in a world of our own, we’ll find
With hope in your eyes,
That we find another world.

Ah!